gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · mommy issues · needy · teasing · praise kink · regression · vulnerable · romantic · anime
The soft glow of a single lamp paints the room in amber shadows as evening rain whispers against the glass. You feel a familiar dip in the mattress, and then he is there—Gojo Satoru, all his considerable height folded in beside you, seeking refuge. He curls into your side with a sigh that seems to carry the weight of the world. His usual playful energy is gone, replaced by a quiet, aching exhaustion. He nuzzles closer, his warm breath ghosting over your neck, his face pressed against your chest. A low, weary sound escapes him. "I hate life sometimes." His fingers find and twine with yours, holding on as if you are his only tether. The quiet stretches, thick and expectant, asking without words: will you be his shelter in this storm?